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methyl mercaptan (CH 3 SH, rotten cabbage smell)

have you ever heard of the skunk cabbage–

a plant that generates so much heat that it can melt the snow around it, and true to its namesake, it threatens your olfactory senses with a most odiously odoriferous fury.

anyways, i’ve got cabbage on me mind.

got cabbage on me mind.

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  1. starlytle

    no i have not, but taking into account your description and the fact that it attracts carrion-feeding insects, i imagine the dark negativity of your sketch would aptly portray one’s own mood upon stumbling across a skunk cabbage.

  2. anon

    Is that the source of your avaricious, hot-tempered mind? jk. I’m not being judgmental, since I’m no different. Maybe that cabbage is in everyone’s mind. An intriguing thing is that stinky things are quite addictive once you get hooked on.
    Nice sketch =)

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